In the case of Wang Shumei's heart-to-heart and reason, the little nephew did not fall into the reputation of a money hammer, and he was not called Qian Danian or Qian Chuyi because he was born on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

This cub who was slandered by his father as soon as he was born is called Qian Xin.

The sister-in-law stayed in the hospital for a week, and on the day she was discharged, Qian Guozhu deliberately asked the leader to apply, and borrowed the car from the factory to take his daughter-in-law home at his own expense.

The sister-in-law's confinement sat very comfortably, Wang Shumei cooked for her in different ways, Qian Xin slept with her two aunts at night, and she didn't have to worry about getting up at night, the diapers were washed by Qian Guozhu, and Wang Damin and Sun Mancang walked around the city to find new things for her to relieve her boredom.

Seeing that everyone was revolving around her, the sister-in-law smiled and said that she had given birth to a child and became an aunt.

Their family was overjoyed by the birth of a new life, and Lin Nianhe in the capital was dizzy because of the New Year's greetings.

Although there are not many relatives in the Lin family, there are many comrades-in-arms and friends of Lin's father and Lin's mother, and she made tea sixteen times a day on the day she made the most, and the whole person was dyed with the fragrance of tea.

Not only did she have to entertain guests, but she also went to pay New Year's greetings to her master Rong Zhiguo and Chang Jinzhong, steadily guarded the junior ceremony, and visited the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperatives on behalf of the Lanxian Textile Factory.

All in all, family affairs were mixed together, and until the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Nianhe lost two pounds.

After the Chinese New Year, there were significantly fewer people in the compound, and many people who worked in other places returned to their posts one after another. Xie Yuguo left Beijing and returned to Shanghai in Xie Yufei's smiling farewell, and Xie Yufei ate an extra bowl of dinner that day.

And Su Yuncheng and Lin Huaizhou began to be homeless, and the two lived in the dormitory of the military region, soothing the homesickness of the soldiers with endless training.

The departure of the two of them indicates that "Miss Lin's living room" has lost two permanent guests, and Xie Yufei fills a vacancy. He especially liked the seminar because it was so hypnotic that he could get a good night's sleep every night.

In the blink of an eye, it was the middle of the month, and the train brought the goods of the Lanxian Textile Factory.

Lin Nianhe greeted the director of the Beijing Supply and Marketing Cooperatives in advance, and took Xie Yu to the train station early in the morning to pick up the goods with the people of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

It's already February, the temperature in the capital is getting warmer, Xie Yufei is wearing a black tweed coat, fiddling with the camera in his hand.

Lin Nianhe didn't pay attention to it at first, until she found that this guy was not doing his job and was just blindly holding the camera everywhere, so she stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Xie Yufei clicked the shutter on Lin Nianhe's face, then put down the camera and smirked: "How about the camera that my second sister gave me?" ”

"How's that?"

"Isn't it majestic?"

Master Xie was extremely embarrassed.

Cameras are a rarity at this time, and ordinary people may not be willing to take a picture all year round, and this camera is almost catching up with the salary of an ordinary worker for a year, not to mention having to use film to supply it all the time.

Lin Nianhe pursed his lips and was about to complain, but suddenly remembered: "Hey, then if you're okay, go take a few photos of Tiananmen Square, go to Peking University to take two more, wash a few more photos and come out, and I'll go back and give them away." ”

"Well, you're all right."

"Hey, don't be in a hurry to leave, come with me to the supply and marketing cooperatives later, take a little picture of everyone queuing up to buy flowers, and take it back so that Uncle Wang and them can be happy."

"Okay! Look at me! ”

Xie Yufei seems to have found his own business, he carries two rolls of film in his pocket every day, rides a bicycle through the streets and alleys, and looks less serious than those stubborn masters.

The second sister of the Xie family regretted it after her younger brother went out early and returned late for a week, and she began to think about whether she had done something stupid, why did she buy a plaything for this little innocent person with a hot head?

Second Sister Xie didn't worry about it for too long, because in the Huaxia Daily that day, there was a photo with Xie Yufei's name written under it.

The title of that article was:

"Backward factory rejuvenates the machine, and the production of head flowers creates brilliance"

Second Sister Xie thought that the photo accompanying the article was taken by a person with the same name as Xie Yufei, until she saw the author of this article-

Lin Nianhe

This time, there is no need to doubt that there can't be two with the same name.

Second Sister Xie glanced at the content of the article roughly, and couldn't move her eyes off the photo taken by her little brother.

Not to mention, the photos taken by this little cub are quite like that.

Huaxia Daily has an extraordinary influence, from ten o'clock, the director of the Beijing supply and marketing cooperative's phone has not been cut off, in the afternoon, the phone of the Lanxian textile factory has also been dug up, and the director of the factory has fallen into a pleasant but painful answer to the phone and refusal.

He didn't want to refuse, but a few years ago, the Shanghai textile factory also came to order a supply of 80,000 head flowers per month, and then he got a dead order - no new orders will be accepted before the Spring Fair.

"It has to be Xiaolin, look at it, look at it! What is it called? This is called the pen can also pierce the sky! ”

Wang Xiao shook the newspaper and said to the little officer next to him: "Send the newspaper to the radio station and let the broadcaster broadcast it for a week!" ”

After experiencing the dangers of society, the junior officer has obviously learned what it means to be cautious in words and deeds: "Leader, do you need to let the announcer broadcast your comments too?" Otherwise, Comrade Lin would have come back and no one would have conveyed it to her. ”

Wang Xiao: "......"

Did he praise Kobayashi so that she could hear it?

He's obviously ...... Accustomed to not being able to control your mouth......

……

"Son, your article is terrible, many people ask about the textile factory, and they all ask me about the house."

In Minister Huang's office, he looked at Lin Nianhe with a smile in his eyes.

"This article is not a loss, is it?" Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "It's not in vain that you personally help me with the layout." ”

"Hahaha," Minister Huang smiled and knocked on the table and asked, "Mi'er, tell me the truth, how much can the productivity of the textile factory load?" ”

He had heard that the Lanxian Textile Factory had signed an agreement with the Shanghai Supply and Marketing Cooperatives a year ago, and had never let go of the contract.

"I asked about this when I called last week," Mr. Lin said, "and the new plant is still under construction, and it is expected to take another month to complete." However, after re-planning the production line and expanding the workforce, the total output last month was 280,000 head flowers - and this is also due to the Chinese New Year, and the total output is expected to be 350,000 at full term. ”

"After the new plant is put into use, the monthly output is conservatively estimated at 600,000 pieces."

"Uncle Huang, rest assured, the textile mill is no longer accepting new orders because it wants to grab some more goods and fully prepare for the Spring Fair."

Lin Nianhe's words finally reassured Minister Huang.

The foundation of the Lanxian textile factory is too thin, and a slight mistake is a big event.

He asked, "It's still snowing in the Black Province, right?" It's difficult to build, right? Is there anything I can do to help? ”

"I haven't heard Uncle Wang talk about this problem, wait until I go back and ask him, if there is any difficulty, I will definitely come to you."

"Why do you have to go back and ask? It's not like I don't have a telephone. ”

Minister Huang said, and directly pushed the phone in front of Lin Nianhe.